He realised of course that they were probably actors not genuine mother’s and sons. He ***********ed one of a woman who appeared to be in her young...forties and a boy who looked to be in his late teens.He watched as the story unfolded, a mother walking into the bedroom, discovering her son masturbating, the scene quickly advancing to her being naked on the bed with her son over her, driving his cock into her cunt.His phone rang. He saw that it was Evette. He considered not answering but then. Lately you developed a huge crush on Katherine McNamara. She was smart, beautiful, famous, successfull and from what you imagined probably beloved by everyone.Thinking about her you get undressed and lay out your pyjamas beside you, before you slip under your blanket. You sigh in exhaustion and disappointment as you could still hear your family celebrating the achievements of your older sister. You let your hands trace over your body and slip between your legs. You imagined it were her hands.. The cock was impressive; not the largest she'd seen in her vast experiences but certainly upper tier. It was hard to tell but she guessed, correctly, that it belonged to a considerably older man.She gathered up some saliva in her mouth and let it fall onto the cock, stroking it up and down firmly. She dipped her head down and began licking the balls, smiling to herself as she felt the man on the other side trembling a little. She then kissed and licked all the way up the shaft and too the head. "How long are you staying?" Tomorrow?" suggested Tracey.The receptionist nodded and wrote this down. "A boy each, is it?" Sorry, love?" You can have a boy for each of you or one between two. A boy each?" One between two," said Sharon, who wasn't too keen. "And make him, erm, sixteen." I'm afraid fourteen's the oldest we've got. I'm fourteen. Fancy me? Or do you want to see the selection?" He presented the girls with brochure in which there were photographs of many naked, or near-naked, boys.